Mara
My eyes fly open to the sensation of something warm sliding across my entrance. Heat spikes through my entire body, racing from where his mouth touches me straight up to the back of my neck.
“Ohhhh,” I gasp, the words escaping before I’m fully conscious.
I lift my head, looking down my body to see Aaron between my thighs, his dark eyes locked on mine as his tongue moves against me again. My tail is already curled beside his face, the tassel gently stroking his cheek in approval.
“Aaron!”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips his head and licks me again, deeper this time, his tongue pushing inside me. My back arches off the mattress, my head falling back against the pillows as my eyes roll closed.
“Aaron,” I breathe out, the word more air than sound.
“Please don’t make me stop,” he murmurs against me. “Let me lick you.”
“Oh my god, what a way to wake up.” My hand moves without conscious thought, smoothing over the back of his head, and pushing him deeper between my thighs. My legs spread wider, giving him better access.
He moans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. The sensation is hot, wet and so intense it borders on painful. He dives in deeper, harder, his tongue relentless as it explores every part of me. His hands slide under my thighs, lifting them higher, spreading me wider.
“Oh my god, what is happening?” I whimper, my voice breaking as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity.
He gives me nothing. No answer, no pause, no mercy. His mouth is everywhere at once, devouring me with a hunger that borders on desperation. His tongue flattens against me, then points, then circles, finding every spot that makes my thighs quake.
My claws extend, digging into the sheets beneath me as the first orgasm builds. Aaron seems to sense it too, because he doubles his efforts, focusing on that one spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Aaron, I’m—I can’t—“ The words dissolve into a high, keening sound as the orgasm crashes through me.
My entire body convulses, my back arching. I roar, the sound tearing from my throat. My thighs lock around his head, trapping him against me, but he doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he keeps working me through it, his tongue gentler now but still relentless, drawing out every last tremor.
Just as I think I can’t take anymore, he shifts his attention, his tongue moving in slow circles that build the pleasure all over again. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm, my nerve endings raw, but he doesn’t let up.
“Wait, I can’t—“ I try to push at his head, but my arms feel boneless, useless.
He ignores my weak protest, his hands tightening on my thighs, holding me open for his assault. My vision blurs, the ceiling becoming a hazy smear as the second orgasm builds before I’ve come down from the first.
My tail moves, sliding down his back, seeking, until it finds the hardness pressing against his pajama pants. It curls around him through the fabric, squeezing rhythmically in time with his tongue’s movements.
The second orgasm hits me hard, tearing a scream out of me I don’t recognize. My body locks up, every muscle going rigid as the pleasure crashes through me. My tail tightens around him, stroking harder.
But before it can go further, Aaron pulls away from between my legs, his hand catching my tail and gently but firmly pulling it away from his body. He leans back down, licking up the wetness of my second orgasm, his tongue making one last, slow pass that makes me shudder.
The heat is building in my body, a familiar urgency rising from deep within. It’s the same feeling I had that night in the cabin, when my heat cycle first took hold. But this is different. I know what I want now. And I know how to get it.
Without thinking, I flip onto my stomach and lift my hips, presenting myself to him. My tail sways high in the air, an unmistakable invitation. I feel wanton, shameless.
I feel his lips press against one cheek of my ass, a gentle kiss that is nowhere near what I need right now.
“No, baby,” he murmurs, his voice husky but controlled.
I hiss in frustration, pushing my bare ass back against his face. The need is overwhelming now.
“Damn, Mara,” he groans, his hands coming to rest on my hips.
“You brought my heat cycle back on,” I growl over my shoulder. “Get your ass back here and take care of me.”
I lift my head back. Aaron’s breathing grows heavier behind me. I hear him moving, feel the mattress dip as he climbs to his knees. His hands settle on my hips, strong and steady.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice tight with restraint. “Okay.”
I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, the heat of him pressing against me. My tail wraps tightly around his waist, locking him in place. I can’t wait anymore. I slam back against him, taking him inside me in one brutal thrust.
Aaron doubles over, coughing out a strangled sound. “Damn, Mara, give a man a minute before you tear him in half.”
But I’m not listening. I can’t. The relief of having him inside me is too perfect. I start moving immediately, driving my hips back against him in a rhythm that borders on punishing. My body knows what it wants, what it needs.
I slam back harder, faster, my tail tightening around his waist to give me better leverage. I can feel him trying to take control, his fingers digging into my hips, but I won’t let him. Not now. This is mine.
He doesn’t last long. He swells inside me, his breath catches, his fingers tighten on my hips as he starts to pulse inside me. But I don’t stop. I keep moving, milking him through it, drawing every drop from him even as he grunts and tries to hold me still.
“Oh god, Mara,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “So you’re gonna fuck the soul right out of me.”
I keep going, whimpering and purring, lost in the sensation of him inside me. A drop of something warm hits my back—his drool, I realize, and my lion preens. He’s losing control completely.
“Fuck it,” he groans, giving up the fight to slow me down. “Just drain me. I’m gonna ban you from this position.”
My tail unwraps from his waist and slides between his legs, curling around his balls from behind. Aaron makes a choked sound, half-groan, half-whimper, as it squeezes. I feel him hardening again inside me, impossibly, and my purr rumbles low in my throat.
I bounce back harder, faster, chasing my own release now. Aaron is making sounds I’ve never heard from him before—desperate, broken noises that have my lion purring. I can feel his heartbeat through where we’re joined, racing so fast I wonder if he’s okay.
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” he mumbles, his words slurred, his hands now loose on my hips.
I moan, backing my ass up harder, another orgasm approaching.
When it hits, it’s enough to make me collapse forward onto the mattress, my legs giving out.
My tail unwraps from him and falls limply beside me.
Aaron follows me down, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he pants against my back.
After a moment, he weakly rolls off me, landing on his back beside me. I sit up slowly, looking down at him. He’s staring up at the ceiling, one hand over his chest, his breathing ragged.
“Are you okay?” I ask, genuine concern filtering through the haze of pride.
He doesn’t answer. He rolls over and climbs on top of me in one motion, exhaustion gone like it was never there. I gasp, but I don’t resist as he settles his weight on me.
He kisses me tenderly, his lips soft against mine. Then the kiss changes, deepens, becomes something passionate and full of love. He buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around him, rubbing the back of his head, my hand sliding down his back in soothing strokes.
His lips find my claim mark, brushing over it lightly, and I close my eyes and moan at the sensation. It’s electric.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against me between kisses. “Never enough. I’d die for you. I’d kill for you. I’d tear this whole island apart if you asked me to.”
His words, raw, make my lion lift her head. He pushes himself up, then pulls off his shirt. He reaches for my nightgown, helping me pull it over my head, then strips out of his pajama pants, leaving us both completely naked.
He pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his knees. My tail comes around, seeking him again, but he catches it just below the tassel and kisses it gently.
“No, baby. No.” He kisses the tassel again, slow and reverent. “We took care of you, now it’s time to take care of Mara.”
“Huh? Aaron...” I’m confused, still dazed from the intensity of what we just shared.
He releases my tail and it falls down on the bed in submission. My lion, for once, seems content to let him lead.
“I think my dick is broken,” he says with a rueful smile, “but I’m going to find a way to make love to you.”
“We just...” I start, but he cuts me off, grabbing himself and sliding inside me again. I gasp at the sensation, while he winces slightly.
“Yep, it’s broken,” he confirms, but doesn’t pull away.
I push at his chest, concerned. “We can stop—“
“No, we can’t,” he insists, his eyes finding mine, intense. “I want to make love to you.”
He kisses me again, his tongue running along my lower lip. His hand moves to my breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over my nipple. He starts to move inside me, slow and careful at first. I’m still slick from our combined release, making his movements smooth and easy.
I spread my legs wider, giving him better access. With each stroke, I can feel him hardening again, gaining confidence as the discomfort fades.
“I love you, Mara,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you more than anything.”
“Aaron,” I breathe, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice.
But he doesn’t let me finish. He keeps driving into me, his kisses growing more passionate, his movements more purposeful. This is different from anything we’ve shared before. There’s a desperation in the way he touches me, caresses me, the way he holds me down and moves.
I feel loved. Chosen. His hips move against mine in a rhythm that has tears in my eyes before I know they’re coming. I’ve never been touched like this.
He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming harder, faster, driving deeper. The pressure builds inside me again, a different kind of orgasm approaching—not the sharp, violent peak of before, but something deeper.
When it hits, it crashes through me with a force that makes my legs shake. “Goddamn, Aaron,” I cry out, my claws digging into his back, drawing blood.
He doesn’t seem to notice the pain. He leans down and licks a tear from my cheek, his tongue gentle against me.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
An urge rises in me that I can’t control.
Saliva pools in my mouth, my teeth growing sharper.
The pull to claim him is overwhelming, unlike anything I’ve felt before.
As a lion shifter, I’ve never needed the pull of the mate bond to claim my mate—it’s a choice, not a compulsion.
But right now, it feels like something I have to do.
“Aaron,” I try to warn him, but he’s too lost in the moment to hear me.
He reaches down, pushing my legs back further, opening me up completely. “Mara, I’m close,” he groans, his movements becoming erratic. “I’m so close, baby.”
I lose control. A roar tears from my throat—“MINE!”—and I sink my teeth into his neck, right at the junction where it meets his shoulder.
“Ah, damn!” he cries out, but he doesn’t stop moving. If anything, the pain spurs him on. He thrusts a few more times, hard and deep, before I feel him pulsing inside me, his body shuddering with release.
Warm blood pools into my mouth, rich and metallic and somehow sweet. The taste of him is intoxicating. The feeling of claiming him, of marking him as mine for all to see, settles deep in my belly. No one can take him from me now.
I lick the wound gently, cleaning it, sealing it with my saliva as his seed continues to pump inside me. I send a silent prayer to Mother Fate that she’ll bless us with a cub.
Aaron collapses on top of me, his breathing already evening out, his body heavy with exhaustion. I hold him close, gently rubbing his back, feeling the raised welts where my claws have marked him. The wounds are already starting to heal.
I kiss his forehead tenderly, closing my eyes in gratitude for this beautiful moment. But worry sits underneath. Aaron saw something in that dream, something that disturbed him. I’m curious—no, concerned—about what it was.
I plan to get an answer out of him when he wakes.
My tail finally lifts from the bed, gently stroking his back in long, soothing motions. My lion purrs low in my chest, in complete approval of our mate.